Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2994

Cyril could not help but say, "It hasn't been that long. Breaking through to the martial god level would be impossible. How could this boy already be a martial god? And even if he is one, there's no way he could instantly take down both you and Prescott, Garal!"

Garal shook his head. "If even half a word of what I've said is a lie, then Lord Raiden should execute me immediately!"

Cyril was speechless.

At a time like this, Garal absolutely would not dare fabricate lies. In other words, what he said was true, and Andrew had left the Ludendorff family completely helpless.

Raiden's exhale echoed throughout the entire hall. "His name is Andrew, right? Impressive… for a little insect who only just arrived in the Outlands not long ago. First, he killed Marshall, and now, he's seized the family's city and severely wounded two of our martial gods. Even Prescott nearly died at his hands, only surviving because he showed mercy and let him return."

He chuckled and added, "The Ludendorff family is the Kings of the Wastelands, a family equivalent to an entire nation, and we're being humiliated like this."

As he spoke, an explosive aura erupted from Raiden and swept outward like a violent storm. The entire hall immediately began to shake. Yet, Raiden's presence continued to rise without stopping.

In the next moment, a massive vortex shot straight into the sky above Throne City.

Alonzo cried out in alarm. "Raiden, stop it."

Raiden ignored him, and two piercing beams of cold light shot from his eyes, locking onto Garal.

He growled, "You truly deserve to die. Even dying 10,000 times would not be enough. Not just you, but that useless Prescott as well. He throws all my teachings straight into the trash. All of you deserve to be cut apart piece by piece."

He hissed, "But this time, I'll spare your lives, not out of mercy, but because the family needs manpower right now. As for whether you live or die, I will decide after the Cathedral's army retreats."

He could not hold back anymore, his face twisting with rage.

Raiden barked, "Wait! Didn't you hear what he said? If we don't cooperate, he'll hand the city over to the Cathedral! Idiot, do you want Abyss City to actually fall into the hands of the Cathedral? If that happens, what about Throne City? Do we just abandon it?"

The furious Alonzo immediately deflated. He clenched his jaw tight, wanting to curse but unable to get the words out. Only his fists tighten with loud cracking sounds, as if they were about to burst.

Raiden waved his hand coldly. "That settles it. Do as he says. Cooperate with him, and at least on the surface, we can't offend him. Abyss City must remain stable. No matter how bad things get, we absolutely cannot let the Cathedral easily take Abyss City. In short, we can't touch Andrew until I deal with him personally. For now, let him strut around for a few days."

The hall fell completely silent among the Ludendorff family members. They were facing such tremendous humiliation and loss, yet they had no way to respond. For centuries, the Ludendorff family had never suffered such a devastating blow.

From this moment on, Andrew's name began to spread throughout the Outlands.